Prompt: Imagine Person A of your otp coming home later than Person B and stretching out on top of them for cuddles and refusing to move.

A different man might've been worried. Or suspicious. A different man might've even called the police if their partner was this late home from work *cough Feliciano*. But no, Lovi had the art of looking like he didn't care down to a science. He had a lot of practice with it too.

No one could ever know how much of a cinnamon roll he really was.

So there he was, laying on the couch lazily, his hand twitching to call Antonio and find out where he was. But he didn't. Because he didn't care.

When the door opened, he actually jumped. He resisted the other urge to jump up and tackle him to the couch in a hug. Instead he just looked up casually before going back to the tv.

"Lovi? Are you here?" Antonio called, walking in the other room. He smiled as soon as he saw him. "There you are, mi amor. Miss me?"

"Like hell." He muttered halfheartedly.

Toni crawled on the couch and then to his surprise he was on top of him, his head on his chest.

"What the hell, Tonio--"

"Shush. I want cuddles." He breathed in his good smell with a content sigh. "Don't move."

Lovino rolled his eyes and before he knew what he was doing he was trailing his hand through his dark curls. "Good day at work?"

"Mm." Toni said. Did that mean yes or no? "Glad to be home. Glad to be with you."

Lovino blushed. Stupid romantic. And he would've said so if Toni hadn't grabbed his chin and pulled him into a gentle kiss, snuggling deeper.

Maybe Lovino adored the fact that he was a romantic. Or hey, maybe Lovino even adored everything about Antonio. Just maybe, though.

Who was he kidding, this man had captured his heart.